Caught In The Locker

Joshua raps on the door of the ladies' locker room, gives it a sec, then steps inside with his mop. The place is empty, so he starts wiping counters, but then he spots a tiny black thong left on the bench. He grabs it, presses it to his nose, gives it a long inhale, and his hand drops to squeeze the bulge in his pants. Footsteps. He panics, drops the thong back on the bench and ducks behind the lockers just as April strolls in. She peels off her top, freezes when she sees the thong. Instead of tossing it, she lifts it to her face, breathes deep, smiles like she likes what she smells. Her shorts slide down. She plants one foot on the bench, spreads her pussy lips and starts rubbing slow circles over her clit, thong still in her fist. From his hiding spot Joshua watches her big natural tits sway while she fingers herself. His cock is straining. He rubs the front of his pants, trying to stay quiet. A small grunt slips out. April's head snaps up. She sees him, eyes wide, then spots the thick outline in his jeans. Shock turns into a dirty little grin. She keeps her fingers moving between her legs and nods toward his crotch. "Looks like we're both worked up. Might as well help each other out."